Southern reminisces. By Lily Ouellet Illustration by Iris Pope It was one of my first days at Barnard, deep into the period in which time slugs and each morning serves another relentless effort at perfecting a pitch-deck of personhood. My new friend and I were sitting with our backs to Barnard Hall, picking at Hewitt scraps, having recently discovered that the building’s small-awnings were perfect for hiding from August’s piercing sun. I was deep into an anecdote about La Bo